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THREE MINUTES THESIS  I  Kun

N/A - Thank you so much @neocrackheadtechno​ for requesting this ice cream. You wanted a professor Kun and I hope I wrote him right! I really liked writing this ice cream, Kun always makes me weak, he is so perfect. I hope you like it (:

Pairing – Professor!Kun x DoctorateStudent!Reader

Rating – 15+

Words Count -  3,022

Genre – Fluff, Heavy kissing 

Warning – Some steamy kisses on the sofa but other than that, it’s only some fluff and a doctorate student being stressed and working.

Synopsis – Last year of studies for you to get your doctorate and you are beyond stressed as your university decided to change how doctorate presentation were going to be. But it’s alright, as your thesis professor comes to your rescue.

This is part of the Story Store stories.

Flavour: Bubble Gum: University/High School

Toppings: None

Share with: Kun

You were exhausted. Your head was resting on top of all your documents on your desk, your computer still on and the clock on your right was displaying 2:35 am.

But you couldn’t go to sleep, you simply couldn’t. As you were a doctorate student, finishing your last year in less than a month, you had to submit a thesis to your university in order to get your diploma. You picked your subject at the beginning of your first year and continued to work on it during those 3 years.

As a neurolinguistic student, your main topic was the Power of Languages on the Brain, and more precisely, the differences on the brain when someone becomes bilingual in their childhood versus their adulthood.

It was really interesting for you, and you loved finding new information, getting interviews from people, receiving brain images, and comparing them.

But after three years, three long years of working on the subject, you were mentally exhausted. You had to put all the information you got together to build up your essay.

You have done that already, as you had to submit your thesis couple of weeks ago. But then, it didn’t explain why you were like this. Why would you be exhausted if you had done all your work?

Well, you didn’t. Your professor adverted you a week ago that the presentation of your thesis, which would happen at the end of this month, changed a little bit. Instead of wanted to have a full presentation of your work in 20 minutes, they thought it would be interested in for students to resume their three years of work, in well, three minutes.

Three years in three minutes. Also known as your 3 minutes thesis.

You heard of it last year, as fellow of your now post doctorate friends passed it and told you that it was really hard. But they were in another university, so you didn’t think yours would do the same.

But they did. And you were now exhausted as you tried to pack all the most important information in less than 3 minutes. Only you didn’t succeed, as every time it exceeded 8 minutes.

As you read on your clock that it was now 3 am, you gave up. You went to bed, tired, stressed and just wanted this to be over with. How? You didn’t know yet.

When you woke up the next morning, you thought that it would be nice for you to work at the library for once instead of your bedroom. You were starting to get fed up of seeing the same four walls while stressing about what you had to do.

The library was really busy as every single student were preparing for their respecting exams. Fortunately, as a doctorate student, you had access to a quiet room in priority, making it easier to find a place to study in peace.

You managed to find one pretty quickly, as they weren’t a lot of professors or doctorate students yet because it was still early in the afternoon.

You took out all of your papers, your computer and your pen and got to work, again. You managed to reduce your thesis to 6 minutes, but it was still twice too long.

You were starting to lose your mind that you didn’t even notice that someone sat down in front of you until you heard your name being called. You raised your head and was face to face with Professor Qian, or as you know him better under his first name, Kun.

Professor Qian was your third-year doctorate professor. He got his doctorate diploma two years ago and was assigned to help last year doctorate students to prepare their thesis, as he did his not long ago. He was only three years older than you, and quickly during the year, even with staying professional during school hours, formalities were dropped between you two.

You were working nonstop in November in the library when he saw you and offered to read your work in order to help. You gladly took his offer and after a lot of evenings spent together, he became like a friend.

In his part at least.

Because in yours, you couldn’t stop the growing crush you developed over Kun. He was everything you ever loved in someone else.

He was helping, always understanding and reassuring. When you were starting to stress to much, he would speak in his deep and calm voice, telling you that it was going to be alright. He was really funny too when you took some rest from working, cracking jokes that made you laugh too loud for being appropriate in the library.

He was also very intelligent and had lots of knowledge. You would both sometimes talk about other topics than your classes or your thesis, and you couldn’t stop being mesmerized at everything Kun would explain to you.

You also learned that he was a great cook, as one time, you both ate lunch together. He had his lunch wrapped in his container, telling you what he cooked and making you taste it. You never had eaten something so good and he had laughed as you asked for one more bite.

To put in simple, Kun wasn’t a regular crush as you could have over the coffee shop guy or some artists you liked. No, the truth was that you were deeply in love with Kun, no more, no less.

You loved Kun, but you couldn’t do anything.

You had to remember that even if both of you had a great time talking in the library and sometimes outside, he was your teacher and you were one of his students. At least for now.

“Hey, how are you doing?” Kun asked with a smile, as you finally raised your head to look at him.

You managed to keep your face and emotions in control when you ever talk to him, at least on the outside. No one knew about your feelings and you preferred that it stayed that way.

“Dying, that’s what I am doing…” you answered as you showed him the pile of paper in front of you.

He shook his head. “Come on, I am sure you are doing great!” He said, a cheerful tone in his voice. “Show me what you did so far so we can see where to continue.”

You both went over everything once more and you were very grateful for his help. Having someone exterior to guide you and asking questions for you to understand where some parts were lacking made you work more effectively.

At the end of the afternoon, he told you that you both could meet next week to keep working on your thesis. And you did, meeting him every day for some time to go over every aspect that your jury would want you to say and explain.

However, one day, almost two weeks before your presentation day, Kun and you stayed until close hours at the library, and it wasn’t until you both went outside and were met with the dark sky that you realised how much time had passed.

“I’ll walk with you to your apartment, it’s too late. Is it alright with you?” He said as he checked the time.

You nodded, wanted to have his company for a little bit more. It wasn’t the first time he dropped you off at your place. Sometimes during the winter, when it would get dark earlier and you were both working late at the library, he would drive you back to your place.

But, it was the first time he walked there with you.

You both were in an animate conversation about some neurological terms and aspect when you noticed you arrived and were in front of your building.

Without even thinking twice about it, you asked him if he wanted to stay more to eat something because it was really late and you both didn’t eat dinner.

You didn’t think he would accept, but he did, and that’s how you both were looking in your almost empty fridge for something to eat.

“Ah, I am sorry, I didn’t go grocery shopping these days, I actually don’t have a lot to eat.” You said embarrassed.

He chuckled lightly. “It’s okay, look you have some tomatoes, some onions,…” he opened one cupboard on his right and found some cans and a packet of noodles. “and noodles.”

You laughed at the distraught face he made.

“Don’t worry, I usually call for take outs.” You tell him.

He shook his head, disapproving. “Take outs are not good in the long terms. I’ll cook you my go to noodles recipe.”

And he did.

You didn’t think that seeing a man in your kitchen could make you feel something but seeing Kun cooking for you effortlessly made your heart burst in your chest.

You took out some beers, the last ones you had, for both of you as you asked him if he wanted one and once the noodles were ready, you went to sit on your sofa to eat.

You both conversed for a long time, eating, and drinking in the same time, and you felt at ease. Talking with Kun was easy as he always had something interesting to say.

You listened to him talk, and talk, not taking you eyes away from his face, focusing on his lips moving. Even if you tried to look only at his eyes, his now red and plump lips from eating the spicy noodles were catching your eyes every time.

He then took a sip of his beer, distracting you from staring and you did the same. You saw his cheeks reddening.

“I talk to much, don’t I?” He said.  

You shook your head quickly.

“No, you never speak too much, I love hearing your voice, it’s so mesmerizing.”

You paused, realising what you just blurred out. You were now the one who talked too much.

You were now both blushing and an awkward silence took place in the room.

“Thank you,” you heard him whisper delicately, “I like hearing you talk too.”

You felt yourself get warmer as you turned your head to stare at him. He was already looking at you, smiling so bright, his eyes disappearing slightly.

Just looking at him, sitting casually on your sofa in your apartment, drinking beer and eating with you made you create scenarios in your head. This scene was so domestic, as if you just both were living together and came home for work, talking about your day.

It was too much for you, but you loved it, and you secretly wish it were real.

You really wanted this to be real.

But maybe you could make it real.

As Kun leaned towards you slowly, seeing that you were deep in thoughts, you didn’t think twice more. Maybe the beer helped you made the action, but you didn’t mind.

You leaned forward too and kissed him.

At first, you didn’t really realised what you did, as your eyes were closed, and the only thing you could feel was his warm lips on yours. It’s only when you understood what you did and that he was not responding at all that you retreated, panicked.

You messed up. You just kissed your professor, and even if he won’t be anymore in a month, you still did it.

You opened your eyes, displaying probably the same shocked face as he was showing you right now.

“I am so sorry…” You started, your voice trembling slightly as you were mentally preparing yourself for Kun to yell at you or telling you that you did something wrong.

But neither of what you were thinking came true.

As you opened your mouth to add another apology, looking around to not meet his stare, you didn’t catch him move quickly towards you, taking your face between his hands to look at him.

The next action made your brain go blank as you felt his lips on yours.

He was now the one kissing you.

You couldn’t think about anything else as you kissed him back, putting as much passion in the kiss as him.

Soon, the kiss turned out into a full make out session without both of you realising it. As he took your bottom lips delicately between his lips, sucking on it slowly, you let out a quiet moan. His hands were on your hips, his thumbs caressing your skin under your shirt as your arms were locked behind his neck, your hands roaming in his hair, playing with it.

Your back was now pressing against the sofa as he was now on top of you, your tongues battling with each other for dominance.

Your breath was getting shorter, but you didn’t want it to stop. Your hands went under his shirt, wandered on his back and he took it as a sign to take it off.

He did it quickly, and you just had the time to take a quick glance of his naked torso until he was kissing you again.

Your shirt got discharged rapidly after without you even realising it.

It’s just when you felt his hands just under your chest as yours were just on top of his back jeans that you both stops and stared at each other.

You were both breathing really loud, trying to catch your breath.

“Wow.” Kun just said after he took a deep breath, “it escaladed quickly.”

You chuckled slightly as he went to grab his shirt and you did the same, putting it back on yourself.

“It did,” you paused then added, “but I liked it.”

He just nodded at you. “I did too.”

You looked at him and couldn’t stop thinking that he was really sexy with his hair a mess from your fingers and his lips even plumper and redder than before from your make out session.

You were sure you looked like him right now, and you couldn’t stop your cheeks from getting warm.

“You know,” he told you quietly and you caught him already staring at you, smiling sweetly, “I have been waiting for a long time to do this.”

You looked at him surprised, “did you? Really?”

He nodded once more, than shook his head as not believing at what he was going to reveal you. “I actually have had noticed you since your first day of your doctorate.” He smiled, lost in his souvenirs. “You were so determinate to work on your thesis, and as a fresh graduate, knowing how painful it is, I couldn’t stop thinking that I looked like you when I started. But, you never gave up, always looking for more, always interesting in going further. I really admired you and when I got to be your professor this year, when I got to know you for who you were, outside of work related, I didn’t know that I was missing someone like you in my life.”

“Someone like me?”

“Yes,” he chuckled lightly, “someone like you. Someone hard-working, open minded, who pays attention to every details. You are the only one who saw I was not feeling good last year around the holidays, even my friends didn’t even see it. I think that’s when I knew I felt for you.”

You then remembered this moment as you beamed back at him. Last year, around Christmas, you were working late at the library. You went to grab another book when you saw Kun sitting at one of the other tables. In appearance he looked fine, but you noticed how he was rubbing his eyes behind his glasses, how he was messing with his hair slightly like he was stressed.

That night you went to talk to him, feeling brave enough, and you learned that he was supposed to come back to his family’s house, but couldn’t in the end. He was really sad about it. You then invited him to your friend’s Christmas, telling him that even if it were not family, he could spend it with you instead.

You remembered how bright his smile was after you both talked for hours, and maybe you thought, you felt for him this day too.

“I liked you for a long time too, but I didn’t think the situation was right for me to do something.” You confessed to him as well.

He agreed with you, “You are right, that’s what kept me also from trying something. That’s why I kept bugging you at the library after class hours. I wanted to spend more time with you.”

You felt yourself blush again; you were sure your face was so red.

“That’s why you were popping in the library when I was thinking of you, I thought I had the power to summon you.”

He laughed as he took your hand in his.

“Probably you had because I always wanted to be with you.”

You shook your head at his reply, your cheeks hurting from smiling too much.

He then put his other hand to bring you closer to kiss you again.

And you kissed some more, and some more.

After this night, everything felt like a dream.

As Kun and you kept your relationship secret, spending time together after working on your presentation and studying, you had never felt that happier.

He made sure you were ready for your presentation, cheering you up everyday by sending you messages or writing you notes and giving them to you when you saw him.

When the day of your presentation arrived, you had never felt this stressed before. But, three minutes was fast and before you even noticed, your time was over.

But you did amazing because you knew everything and studied a lot for this moment. You managed to answer to all the questions thrown at you. That night when you met with Kun, he congratulated you, telling you that even if he was not in the class to see you, he was sure you nailed it.

And nailed it, you did, as you received your diploma a week later and the biggest congratulation kiss ever.

N/A – Thank you so much for reading! I hope you liked it (: 

I wanted to make it cute and fluffy. I don’t know if I managed to do it, but I enjoyed writing it! More ice creams coming soon~

The moodboard is made by me!

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THREE MINUTES THESIS  I  Kun

N/A - Thank you so much @neocrackheadtechno​ for requesting this ice cream. You wanted a professor Kun and I hope I wrote him right! I really liked writing this ice cream, Kun always makes me weak, he is so perfect. I hope you like it (:

Pairing – Professor!Kun x DoctorateStudent!Reader

Rating – 15+

Words Count -  3,022

Genre – Fluff, Heavy kissing 

Warning – Some steamy kisses on the sofa but other than that, it’s only some fluff and a doctorate student being stressed and working.

Synopsis – Last year of studies for you to get your doctorate and you are beyond stressed as your university decided to change how doctorate presentation were going to be. But it’s alright, as your thesis professor comes to your rescue.

This is part of the Story Store stories.

Flavour: Bubble Gum: University/High School

Toppings: None

Share with: Kun

You were exhausted. Your head was resting on top of all your documents on your desk, your computer still on and the clock on your right was displaying 2:35 am.

But you couldn’t go to sleep, you simply couldn’t. As you were a doctorate student, finishing your last year in less than a month, you had to submit a thesis to your university in order to get your diploma. You picked your subject at the beginning of your first year and continued to work on it during those 3 years.

As a neurolinguistic student, your main topic was the Power of Languages on the Brain, and more precisely, the differences on the brain when someone becomes bilingual in their childhood versus their adulthood.

It was really interesting for you, and you loved finding new information, getting interviews from people, receiving brain images, and comparing them.

But after three years, three long years of working on the subject, you were mentally exhausted. You had to put all the information you got together to build up your essay.

You have done that already, as you had to submit your thesis couple of weeks ago. But then, it didn’t explain why you were like this. Why would you be exhausted if you had done all your work?

Well, you didn’t. Your professor adverted you a week ago that the presentation of your thesis, which would happen at the end of this month, changed a little bit. Instead of wanted to have a full presentation of your work in 20 minutes, they thought it would be interested in for students to resume their three years of work, in well, three minutes.

Three years in three minutes. Also known as your 3 minutes thesis.

You heard of it last year, as fellow of your now post doctorate friends passed it and told you that it was really hard. But they were in another university, so you didn’t think yours would do the same.

But they did. And you were now exhausted as you tried to pack all the most important information in less than 3 minutes. Only you didn’t succeed, as every time it exceeded 8 minutes.

As you read on your clock that it was now 3 am, you gave up. You went to bed, tired, stressed and just wanted this to be over with. How? You didn’t know yet.

When you woke up the next morning, you thought that it would be nice for you to work at the library for once instead of your bedroom. You were starting to get fed up of seeing the same four walls while stressing about what you had to do.

The library was really busy as every single student were preparing for their respecting exams. Fortunately, as a doctorate student, you had access to a quiet room in priority, making it easier to find a place to study in peace.

You managed to find one pretty quickly, as they weren’t a lot of professors or doctorate students yet because it was still early in the afternoon.

You took out all of your papers, your computer and your pen and got to work, again. You managed to reduce your thesis to 6 minutes, but it was still twice too long.

You were starting to lose your mind that you didn’t even notice that someone sat down in front of you until you heard your name being called. You raised your head and was face to face with Professor Qian, or as you know him better under his first name, Kun.

Professor Qian was your third-year doctorate professor. He got his doctorate diploma two years ago and was assigned to help last year doctorate students to prepare their thesis, as he did his not long ago. He was only three years older than you, and quickly during the year, even with staying professional during school hours, formalities were dropped between you two.

You were working nonstop in November in the library when he saw you and offered to read your work in order to help. You gladly took his offer and after a lot of evenings spent together, he became like a friend.

In his part at least.

Because in yours, you couldn’t stop the growing crush you developed over Kun. He was everything you ever loved in someone else.

He was helping, always understanding and reassuring. When you were starting to stress to much, he would speak in his deep and calm voice, telling you that it was going to be alright. He was really funny too when you took some rest from working, cracking jokes that made you laugh too loud for being appropriate in the library.

He was also very intelligent and had lots of knowledge. You would both sometimes talk about other topics than your classes or your thesis, and you couldn’t stop being mesmerized at everything Kun would explain to you.

You also learned that he was a great cook, as one time, you both ate lunch together. He had his lunch wrapped in his container, telling you what he cooked and making you taste it. You never had eaten something so good and he had laughed as you asked for one more bite.

To put in simple, Kun wasn’t a regular crush as you could have over the coffee shop guy or some artists you liked. No, the truth was that you were deeply in love with Kun, no more, no less.

You loved Kun, but you couldn’t do anything.

You had to remember that even if both of you had a great time talking in the library and sometimes outside, he was your teacher and you were one of his students. At least for now.

“Hey, how are you doing?” Kun asked with a smile, as you finally raised your head to look at him.

You managed to keep your face and emotions in control when you ever talk to him, at least on the outside. No one knew about your feelings and you preferred that it stayed that way.

“Dying, that’s what I am doing…” you answered as you showed him the pile of paper in front of you.

He shook his head. “Come on, I am sure you are doing great!” He said, a cheerful tone in his voice. “Show me what you did so far so we can see where to continue.”

You both went over everything once more and you were very grateful for his help. Having someone exterior to guide you and asking questions for you to understand where some parts were lacking made you work more effectively.

At the end of the afternoon, he told you that you both could meet next week to keep working on your thesis. And you did, meeting him every day for some time to go over every aspect that your jury would want you to say and explain.

However, one day, almost two weeks before your presentation day, Kun and you stayed until close hours at the library, and it wasn’t until you both went outside and were met with the dark sky that you realised how much time had passed.

“I’ll walk with you to your apartment, it’s too late. Is it alright with you?” He said as he checked the time.

You nodded, wanted to have his company for a little bit more. It wasn’t the first time he dropped you off at your place. Sometimes during the winter, when it would get dark earlier and you were both working late at the library, he would drive you back to your place.

But, it was the first time he walked there with you.

You both were in an animate conversation about some neurological terms and aspect when you noticed you arrived and were in front of your building.

Without even thinking twice about it, you asked him if he wanted to stay more to eat something because it was really late and you both didn’t eat dinner.

You didn’t think he would accept, but he did, and that’s how you both were looking in your almost empty fridge for something to eat.

“Ah, I am sorry, I didn’t go grocery shopping these days, I actually don’t have a lot to eat.” You said embarrassed.

He chuckled lightly. “It’s okay, look you have some tomatoes, some onions,…” he opened one cupboard on his right and found some cans and a packet of noodles. “and noodles.”

You laughed at the distraught face he made.

“Don’t worry, I usually call for take outs.” You tell him.

He shook his head, disapproving. “Take outs are not good in the long terms. I’ll cook you my go to noodles recipe.”

And he did.

You didn’t think that seeing a man in your kitchen could make you feel something but seeing Kun cooking for you effortlessly made your heart burst in your chest.

You took out some beers, the last ones you had, for both of you as you asked him if he wanted one and once the noodles were ready, you went to sit on your sofa to eat.

You both conversed for a long time, eating, and drinking in the same time, and you felt at ease. Talking with Kun was easy as he always had something interesting to say.

You listened to him talk, and talk, not taking you eyes away from his face, focusing on his lips moving. Even if you tried to look only at his eyes, his now red and plump lips from eating the spicy noodles were catching your eyes every time.

He then took a sip of his beer, distracting you from staring and you did the same. You saw his cheeks reddening.

“I talk to much, don’t I?” He said.  

You shook your head quickly.

“No, you never speak too much, I love hearing your voice, it’s so mesmerizing.”

You paused, realising what you just blurred out. You were now the one who talked too much.

You were now both blushing and an awkward silence took place in the room.

“Thank you,” you heard him whisper delicately, “I like hearing you talk too.”

You felt yourself get warmer as you turned your head to stare at him. He was already looking at you, smiling so bright, his eyes disappearing slightly.

Just looking at him, sitting casually on your sofa in your apartment, drinking beer and eating with you made you create scenarios in your head. This scene was so domestic, as if you just both were living together and came home for work, talking about your day.

It was too much for you, but you loved it, and you secretly wish it were real.

You really wanted this to be real.

But maybe you could make it real.

As Kun leaned towards you slowly, seeing that you were deep in thoughts, you didn’t think twice more. Maybe the beer helped you made the action, but you didn’t mind.

You leaned forward too and kissed him.

At first, you didn’t really realised what you did, as your eyes were closed, and the only thing you could feel was his warm lips on yours. It’s only when you understood what you did and that he was not responding at all that you retreated, panicked.

You messed up. You just kissed your professor, and even if he won’t be anymore in a month, you still did it.

You opened your eyes, displaying probably the same shocked face as he was showing you right now.

“I am so sorry…” You started, your voice trembling slightly as you were mentally preparing yourself for Kun to yell at you or telling you that you did something wrong.

But neither of what you were thinking came true.

As you opened your mouth to add another apology, looking around to not meet his stare, you didn’t catch him move quickly towards you, taking your face between his hands to look at him.

The next action made your brain go blank as you felt his lips on yours.

He was now the one kissing you.

You couldn’t think about anything else as you kissed him back, putting as much passion in the kiss as him.

Soon, the kiss turned out into a full make out session without both of you realising it. As he took your bottom lips delicately between his lips, sucking on it slowly, you let out a quiet moan. His hands were on your hips, his thumbs caressing your skin under your shirt as your arms were locked behind his neck, your hands roaming in his hair, playing with it.

Your back was now pressing against the sofa as he was now on top of you, your tongues battling with each other for dominance.

Your breath was getting shorter, but you didn’t want it to stop. Your hands went under his shirt, wandered on his back and he took it as a sign to take it off.

He did it quickly, and you just had the time to take a quick glance of his naked torso until he was kissing you again.

Your shirt got discharged rapidly after without you even realising it.

It’s just when you felt his hands just under your chest as yours were just on top of his back jeans that you both stops and stared at each other.

You were both breathing really loud, trying to catch your breath.

“Wow.” Kun just said after he took a deep breath, “it escaladed quickly.”

You chuckled slightly as he went to grab his shirt and you did the same, putting it back on yourself.

“It did,” you paused then added, “but I liked it.”

He just nodded at you. “I did too.”

You looked at him and couldn’t stop thinking that he was really sexy with his hair a mess from your fingers and his lips even plumper and redder than before from your make out session.

You were sure you looked like him right now, and you couldn’t stop your cheeks from getting warm.

“You know,” he told you quietly and you caught him already staring at you, smiling sweetly, “I have been waiting for a long time to do this.”

You looked at him surprised, “did you? Really?”

He nodded once more, than shook his head as not believing at what he was going to reveal you. “I actually have had noticed you since your first day of your doctorate.” He smiled, lost in his souvenirs. “You were so determinate to work on your thesis, and as a fresh graduate, knowing how painful it is, I couldn’t stop thinking that I looked like you when I started. But, you never gave up, always looking for more, always interesting in going further. I really admired you and when I got to be your professor this year, when I got to know you for who you were, outside of work related, I didn’t know that I was missing someone like you in my life.”

“Someone like me?”

“Yes,” he chuckled lightly, “someone like you. Someone hard-working, open minded, who pays attention to every details. You are the only one who saw I was not feeling good last year around the holidays, even my friends didn’t even see it. I think that’s when I knew I felt for you.”

You then remembered this moment as you beamed back at him. Last year, around Christmas, you were working late at the library. You went to grab another book when you saw Kun sitting at one of the other tables. In appearance he looked fine, but you noticed how he was rubbing his eyes behind his glasses, how he was messing with his hair slightly like he was stressed.

That night you went to talk to him, feeling brave enough, and you learned that he was supposed to come back to his family’s house, but couldn’t in the end. He was really sad about it. You then invited him to your friend’s Christmas, telling him that even if it were not family, he could spend it with you instead.

You remembered how bright his smile was after you both talked for hours, and maybe you thought, you felt for him this day too.

“I liked you for a long time too, but I didn’t think the situation was right for me to do something.” You confessed to him as well.

He agreed with you, “You are right, that’s what kept me also from trying something. That’s why I kept bugging you at the library after class hours. I wanted to spend more time with you.”

You felt yourself blush again; you were sure your face was so red.

“That’s why you were popping in the library when I was thinking of you, I thought I had the power to summon you.”

He laughed as he took your hand in his.

“Probably you had because I always wanted to be with you.”

You shook your head at his reply, your cheeks hurting from smiling too much.

He then put his other hand to bring you closer to kiss you again.

And you kissed some more, and some more.

After this night, everything felt like a dream.

As Kun and you kept your relationship secret, spending time together after working on your presentation and studying, you had never felt that happier.

He made sure you were ready for your presentation, cheering you up everyday by sending you messages or writing you notes and giving them to you when you saw him.

When the day of your presentation arrived, you had never felt this stressed before. But, three minutes was fast and before you even noticed, your time was over.

But you did amazing because you knew everything and studied a lot for this moment. You managed to answer to all the questions thrown at you. That night when you met with Kun, he congratulated you, telling you that even if he was not in the class to see you, he was sure you nailed it.

And nailed it, you did, as you received your diploma a week later and the biggest congratulation kiss ever.

N/A – Thank you so much for reading! I hope you liked it (: 

I wanted to make it cute and fluffy. I don’t know if I managed to do it, but I enjoyed writing it! More ice creams coming soon~

The moodboard is made by me!

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bro the princess of konohe i am crying it's so good and i love the concept man wowsies seriously i loved loved loved it

Omg it's so sweet thank you so much! More are coming soon! You can request your ice cream as well!

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THE PRINCESS OF KONOHE  I  Jaemin

N/A - Thank you so much @nanajaems0308​ for requesting this ice cream. It was really interesting, and I loved writing it! I might have been a bit carried away but it’s alright! I hope you like it (:

Pairing - God!Jaemin x Princess!Reader

Rating – None

Word Count -  3,149

Genre – Fluff, a bit of Angst (mention of bad rumors)

Warning – Mention of death (just two lines), bad rumors.

Synopsis – Himeros, god of love and sexual desires as well as twin brother of Eros doesn’t understand why he isn’t as much appreciated among the mortals as his brother. In order to change this, he decides to go on a quest to make the terrifying Princess of Konohe into someone loveable. He didn’t expected the following events to happen. 

This is part of the Story Store stories.

Flavour: Pineapple sorbet: Greek Mythology

Toppings: M&M’s: “Oh, you are blushing! Yes, you are!”

                      Snickers: “Can I kiss you now?”

Sharing the ice cream with: Jaemin 

Himeros was pissed.

You see, it wasn’t hard at all to understand why he was like this. As you all know, a Greek god, goddess or deity get their power through the offerings of mundane creatures of Earth, as Himeros liked to call them. More offerings mean stronger power. More offerings mean you are famous in the mundane world and get to have many temples for you. More temples you have, more places you can visit freely. More places you can visit, more famous you get, and it’s a circle that never ends.

The thing is, Himeros wasn’t famous.

He didn’t have a lot of temples; just a dozen and that was already a lot. He wasn’t so strong, and people weren’t giving him enough offerings for him to get stronger.

On the contrary of his twin brother, Eros.

Yes, Eros. The famous god of love and sexual desire, the most beautiful face among the deities, and if a mortal would see his face, they would die instantly by all his beauty.

And Himeros? He was like this too! But no one, no one remembered who he was because he didn’t like playing with the mundane creatures of Earth. When Eros was trying to stay with his lover Psyche, Himeros was calmly trying to keep all the love and sexual desire of the Earth under control.

But nobody paid attention to him. Not even his own Mother, Aphrodite, who was busy interfering with some mortal’s love lives.

So, that was why Himeros was pissed.

The only thing that could make him appreciated and recognized among the mortals, would be to go on a quest like some demi-gods and prove himself to be worthy.

At first, he really didn’t want to do this, but after talking with his brother and admired all the benefits he can get by being well known in the mundane world, he decided he would do it.

But he had to do something big, something related to love, something that no one but him could succeed.

That’s why he chose to conquer the terrifying Princess of Konohe.

Konohe was a small village in the north of Greece, reputed for his abundant tropical fruits imported from the East land. But Konohe wasn’t famous for this, not at all! It was famous for its Princess.

When the old Queen couldn’t have a child naturally to continue her descendance, she prayed for years to Athena, hoping she would give her a child that would have enough power and courage to become someone big to defeat whoever would disgrace her.

See, being a Queen with no King was something most of the Ancient Greece didn’t approve of, but the old Queen didn’t care, as she followed the steps of Athena and Artemis, winning wars through peace and strategies and imported resources for her people.

The only thing she wanted after a long time of ruling, was a daughter who would follow her steps.

Her prayers weren’t in vain and several years later, she was given a daughter by Athena, promising her that this child will do great things if she always follows her convictions, her heart, and her brain.

Growing up, the daughter became a beautiful and strong princess, knowing how to fight with every weapon possible. She defeated everyone who would come into her way, and soon enough, she had a reputation in the Ancient Greece of being a man killer.

The princess didn’t, obviously, as she followed Athena words of wisdoms of never killing someone if it can be avoided. But the reputation maintained, and almost every man around Konohe feared her.

But, she also made herself valuable to other kingdoms who wanted their sons to marry her in order to have powerful heirs. She never accepted, and again, soon enough, she won another reputation of being heartless and hating love.

The princess wasn’t, obviously, as she didn’t want to give herself to someone without knowing them first. She also didn’t want to marry someone who would keep her in their castle, not having any rights to say. Her mother showed her that she didn’t have to marry someone if she didn’t want to.

The terrifying Princess of Konohe became a famous topic among the love deities, as they didn’t understand her states of mind, listening to rumors they could hear in their temples when mortals would bring some offerings.

That’s why Himeros thought she was the perfect person to conquer. Once he turns the Princess into someone lovable, the mundane creatures of Earth wouldn’t fear her anymore, they would acknowledge him, and his work and he would become more powerful.

As simple as that.

Or so he thought.

Before descending into Konohe, he made himself looks human, lessening some of his traits to take form into someone from the East, making him a merchant coming to sell and plant exotic fruits to Konohe. His name was now Jaemin, and he, even thought he hated to be human, realized that it was a nice change to walk into the Earth and discovering things he didn’t know existed.

It wasn’t hard for him to climb quickly into the business ladder of exotic fruits market in Konohe, with the help of Prasinados, son of Demeter not known at all, but his friend, nonetheless.

After a month of working, his name was whispered to the old Queen, saying that Jaemin was making Konohe more verdant than before, and thanks to him, Konohe became richer and richer. Some rumors said he was even a demi-god.

The old Queen, curious, asked his guards to bring Jaemin to her to thank him properly for his contribution to Konohe’s economy. And that’s when, Himeros, or more exactly, Jaemin, met the terrifying princess of Konohe for the first time.

When he entered the big castle, escorted by guards, his eyes were on her straightaway. She was sitting next to her mother. They both were watching him as he stopped in front of their thrones and bowed.

Before going back up, he lifted his head to look discreetly at the princess. She was already staring at him, so he smiled sincerely at her He didn’t not expect her to be surprised and to look away.

He frowned. Did he scare her? That wasn’t good, he had to get closer to her to succeed on his quest. He put a straight face as he stood up, not wanting to make anymore mistakes.

During this meeting, the old Queen made him the official merchant of the Kingdom, allowing to personally bring his goods to the royal family. He was thrilled, as it was an opportunity to get closer to the princess.

All week, he came with his merchandise or exotic fruits, deposing them in the kitchen. And every time he would pass by the ball room, every time he would see the Princess, observing him discreetly -or so she thought-, and every time he would smile genuinely at her and she would be surprised and leave.

He didn’t understand her, and he was quite intrigued of her actions. He wanted to comprehend why she was acting like that with him, and his quest wasn’t something he was thinking too much anymore.

He finally got his answer a couple of days later. He went to give his fruits twice this day, as his friend, Prasinados, wanted to experience something and ended with too many fruits to sell. The Kingdom had a lot of workers so he thought it would be nice to give them away instead of throwing them.

He passed by the garden on his way back and saw a silhouette sitting under the oak tree, next to the riverbank. He recognized the Princess of Konohe right away and decided to talk to her and maybe, he could finally understand why she was acting like this.

As he got closer, he heard her talk out loud and he stopped. No one was around. He frowned and then listened to her.

“I can’t do this anymore,” she complained, “I don’t want to get married to someone I don’t know.” He heard her sigh loudly. “Ô goddess Athena, please help me. You helped my mom when she needed your help, and I seek yours now. Send me a sign to push anyone who wants to keep me captive away. I am not a man killer or a heartless woman as other says. I just want to make my own choice and I live my life just like I want to.”

She stopped talking and he tried to stay silent as he got closer to her, wanted to hear more of her story.

“Please, my goddess, please send me any sign…”

Crack.

He cursed at himself as he stepped on a branch that was left there, hidden under the grass. She turned her head quickly towards him and her eyes widened in shock before she frowned.

“Were you listening to me?” She asked directly, a little bit dry.

Jaemin was taken aback at her harsh tone and he smiled lightly to not show it.

“I was just passing by as I leave from the kitchen.”

She tilted her head slightly, thinking about something.

“Didn’t you come in the morning already?” She asked.

“I did,” he agreed, “but I had too many leftovers to sale, so I went to give them to the workers here.”

She didn’t talk for a while so Jaemin thought he did something bad. But, he was once more taken aback when she beamed brightly at him.

“Thank you so much for this,” she said as she stood up. “It’s really nice of you.”

He nodded and a silent took place between them. He watched her as she observed him curiously and after a while of her doing that, he got curious too.

“What are you doing?”

She was startled by his deep voice so suddenly. She felt herself becoming warmer as she regained conscience of the situation, but before she could say anything, he exclaimed.

“Oh, you are blushing!” He came closer towards her to observe her now reddened cheeks, “Yes, you are!”

She put her hands on her face to hide herself as he kept teasing her and asking her what she was thinking as she looked him up.

“I wasn’t!” She shouted, “I was just, curious…”

“Curious? Why?”

She took a deep breathe and said quietly, “because you smile at me.”

He raised his eyebrows at her statement, lost. She seemed to see it on his face as she continued.

“You smiled to me the first time we met, and you keep smiling at me. No one except for my close family ever smiled at me. I know you know about those rumors about me, and I was curious to understand why you would smile at me despite everything that is said about me.”

He stared at her as she talked, and for the first time since he came to Earth, he understood the saying of two-sided stories. He knew about the rumors as he heard them in Olympus, but he thought before he came here, that the Princess of Konohe was reckless and terrifying. But once he got to meet her and to see how she was trying to pick at him discreetly when he came, Jaemin thought there was no way that those rumors were true.

“I heard these rumors”, he started, “but I thought I would see you first before concluding anything about your subject.”

She nodded, beaming brightly.

“Moreover, if those rumors were true, I would be dead already” he said jokingly, “as it is said that you kill every man who crosses your path.”

She rolled her eyes and he laughs loudly. She chuckles too while saying that it wasn’t true, and that she only killed one man once because it was in self defense as he was trying to touch her inappropriately after asking her hand in marriage.

Jaemin and the Princess talked for hours this day, and during the night, as they were laying down in their respective beds, they thought that they wanted to talk to each other again.

Weeks passed, and the princess opened herself to Jaemin, talking about her hardship, her secrets, and her fears. He listened to her words avidly, encouraging her when she was insecure, helping her when she needed someone to push away some random prince who came to take her hand when she didn’t want to.

He finally understood why the rumors were there. When people saw her as a man killer, in reality, she was just protected herself to the evil men who tried to abuse of her woman statue, even if she was way stronger than them. When they saw her as to be heartless, in reality, she was just waiting to meet someone who would love her for who she truly was, instead of marrying someone who she didn’t know, just for glory.

As he get to know her, his quest was long gone forgotten and became useless.  He couldn’t succeed in this quest as it didn’t exist in the first place. There was nothing to change in the princess to turn her into someone lovable, as she already was loveable. People weren’t just looking at her as they should had.

But Jaemin was looking at her. He got to knew her. He understood her thoughts, her convictions, her mind. And more importantly, he fell in love with her.

He knew he had to end his stay on the Earth, as duties were calling him, but he didn’t want to leave her. He couldn’t leave her.

So, one night, he gave her rendezvous under the Oaktree, closed to the riverbank. When she arrived, he never felt so full before. Full of love for her, but also full of fear as he had to tell her everything.

“Why did you want to see me this late?” She asked quietly, sensing that something important was going to be said.

He closed his eyes for a moment, inhaled deeply before opening them to stare right back at her. She was blown away by seeing his eyes sending so many emotions she couldn’t or didn’t want yet to acknowledge and he started to talk.

“I am not exactly who I told you I was.” He saw her frowned at his words, so he carried on quickly for her to not misunderstood him. “I can’t let you in the dark anymore, as it saddened me intensely. I don’t want you to misinterpret my words, neither my actions, so please, listen to me until the end.”

And he told her, everything he could. About himself, his statue of god of love, his real name, his story, why he was there, the quest, but more importantly, the reason of his confession.

“I didn’t know I would fall for you during this quest”, Jaemin said, looking straight at her, “I just wanted to feel recognized in the eyes of the mortals, to feel what my brother have… but I realised that I don’t want it anymore.”

She remained silent so he continued.

“I think I understand now why my brother went through hell to save his love. At first, when I saw him desperate when Psyche was taken away, when she betrayed him, I didn’t understand him, at all. And when he knew about our mother doings, I couldn’t understand why he would act like that afterwards, and for a mortal on top of that.”

He took a deep breathe.

“But, I understand him now. It took me sometimes to comprehend but now that I am sure of it, I can tell it to you clearly.”

He paused, for a second, to smile lightly.

“I would do the same thing for you. I would go beyond the gods’ words to save you. I would do anything to have you by my side, even if it’s just for one day.”

She was speechless, and a single tear dropped out of her eye to land on the top of her cheek.

“As a god, it’s true that I am immortal, that I can be with anyone that I’d like. But, I don’t want to be with anyone. I don’t want to be anyone’s love anymore. I just want to be with you, for the rest of my immortal live. I know I can’t love anyone else than you, and only you.”

He took one step closer to her and took her hand.

“As the god of love, I know everything about it, I know how it works on others, I know how to recognize it, but I have never felt what true love was. Until now.” He smiled and she smiled back at him. “You are the love of my life, princess. I know it now and I can say it. I love you.”

For the god of love, confessing his feeling was something very rare and the Princess of Konohe knew it. She couldn’t realise that everything was really happening. But it felt right, and she never felt so much love and happiness in her than at this right moment.

She felt like she finally found the right person who would love her for who she really was.

She saw him hesitating to say something, so she looked at him fondly, caressing his hand with her thumb to reassure him.

“Can I kiss you now?” Jaemin asked shyly. He didn’t know how things would go after this point, but he could feel her feelings for him, as strong as his were for her, and he knew he was meant to meet her, just like the Oracles predicted it.

She blushed. A colour he started to enjoy to much on her cheeks as she nodded.

He never felt like this before, as he leaned slowly towards her, taking her face between his warm hands. When their lips touched, delicately, he felt fireworks inside his body, making him lose his mind.

She put her hands behind his neck and in his hair to make him come even closer. They didn’t stop, they couldn’t stop. They kissed all night long, under the shining stars.

After this day, the princess of Konohe had a new reputation, but it was a good one this time. Just like his twin brother before him with his lover, Jaemin, or Himeros, married his princess, made her his wife in the Gods’ Olympus and she became the goddess of protecting unmarried woman, helping them to have the choice to be like they wanted to be.

Himeros and the Princess of Konohe became a tale well-known among young adults, showing you that you had the choice to live your life as you wanted, and that rumors aren’t to be listen to with a deep mind.

Athena was right, the Princess of Konohe, by following her conviction, her heart, and her brain, became someone great in the Ancient Greece.

N/A – Thank you so much for reading! I hope you liked it (:                                                The moodboard is made by me! 

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PROMPT LIST   I   Story Store

Ding~

Hello and welcome to the Story Store. If you need anything, I can help you!..... Oh, you don’t know how this works?.... Don’t worry, it’s really easy you don’t need to do much effort! You just have to imagine that you are building an ice cream! Yes, an ice cream!

First of all, you have to choose the flavour of your ice cream. You can choose between these Alternative Universe (also known as AU) flavour. It’s important because it gives the main taste of the Story. Choose your favourite one!

You can also choose more than one if you are really hungry but no more than two!

AUs Flavour:

Almond Honey – Prince/Princess/King/Queen

Birthday Cake – Special*

Bubble gum – University/High School

Butter pecan caramel – Supernatural*

Cherry Sorbet– Spy

Chocolate – CEO/Secretary/Business

Coffee – Coffee shop

Cookies and cream – Arranged Marriage

French Vanilla – Fake Dating

Green tea – Neighbors

Lemon Sorbet - Soulmates

Mango Sorbet – Bad Boy/Bad girl

Mojito (with Rhum) – Mafia

Pistachio – Roommates

Pineapple Sorbet – Greek Mythology

Strawberry Sorbet – Strangers/Enemies/Friends to lover

Watermelon Sorbet – Vampires/Werewolves

White chocolate – Angels/Demons

 *These flavours contains some ingredients you need to be aware of:

Birthday Cake: has to specify which special AU you would like

Butter pecan caramel: has to specify which supernatural AU you would like

Nice! Now that you have chosen your flavour(s), you need to choose some toppings! These toppings are also knows as conversation prompts. You have to know that you can’t add more than 3 toppings, otherwise, your ice-cream will have too much on it.

Toppings Conversation prompts:

Syrup toppings (Angst):

Caramel – “Why did you do this? Was it just to hurt me?”

Milk Chocolate – “I hate you! I can’t believe this… I think I have never hated someone as much as I hate you now.”

Strawberry syrup– “Stop crying… I can’t act correctly when you cry.”

Cherry syrup – “It had to end eventually, right? You fell out of love with me.”

Raspberry syrup – “I am so sorry, I didn’t want to, but I had to.”

Blueberry syrup– “I told you, I can’t be fixed. Even if you tried all your life, I’ll stay like this.”

Red Fruits – “It hurts so much? Why does it hurt so much?”

Maple – “Why would I? I am nothing to you anyway…”

Nutella – “See this? You did this to me.”

Almond – “If you don’t do anything right now, I don’t think I’ll be able to continue.”

Melted White Chocolate – “Help me, please, help me.”

Pistachio Syrup– “Maybe, I can just end you right here…Won’t that be sweet?”

Dark Chocolate – “You see this? Well, that’s maybe the last thing you’ll see.”

Peanut Butter – “Did you? Really? How could you!”

Whipped Cream – “Hey, it’s alright, I am here. Don’t keep everything inside, please.”

 Biscuits/Snacks toppings (Fluff):

Oreo – “You want to help me carry something? Here, take my hand”

M&M’s – “Oh, you are blushing! Yes, you are!”

Twix – “I thought the world was too scary, but with you, it isn’t anymore”

Reese’s – “Come on let’s go, we’ll have fun because I am here.”

Snickers – “Can I kiss you now?”

Mars – “I’ll do anything for you, you know that right?”

Kit Kat – “I can’t believe that I am lucky enough to be called yours.”

Maltesers – “You…you just… kissed me?”

Butterfinger – “Even if we are apart, just look up, I am under the same sky as you.”

Crunch – “You are so cute. Too much cuteness can kill me you know.”

Toblerone – “I can say it now, I love you, so much, I didn’t know I could love someone that much.”

Kinder – “You think you can walk so pretty like that and that I wouldn’t want to hug you?”

White Chocolate Hershey’s – “Well, as much as I love you, and that’s a lot, trust me, I can’t do that.”

Lion – “Wait, do you think the same thing as what I am thinking right now?”

Bounty – “Can we stay like this forever? Or just five more minutes?”

 Fruits toppings (Smut):

Strawberry – “Yes, just right there, don’t stop.”

Cherry – “Oh? You like to play like that, don’t you?”

Pineapple – “Yes baby, tonight, I am the one in charge.”

Mango – “See, naked like this, you’re the prettiest.”

Grape – “And if you move, you know what you’ll get.”

Watermelon – “Come on baby, you’re doing so good, so good for me.”

Banana – “Oh baby, don’t act like that now, you know you can take it.”

Blueberry – “You remember your safe-words right?”

Raspberry – “And a kiss here, and here… but not here.”

Peach – “Such a pretty ass I want to paint red so bad.”

Apple – “Look at me, don’t look away.”

Pear – “So sweet, so so sweet… I can’t stop going for more.”

Melon – “Now, when I see you wearing clothes, I will remember all the hickeys that I had hidden on your body.”

Kiwi – “You don’t want me to stop? But you have been bad baby.”

Plum – “On your knees and don’t move.”

 Crazy Toppings (Other):

Sprinkles – “Oh man, why did I say yes to that?”

Cereals – “It’s too early to wake up? 1pm? Yeah, that’s what I said, too early…”

Chocolate chips – “I do want to try, but not right now.”

Expresso grounds – “Coffee. I can only hear the word Coffee right now.”

Marshmallows – “I don’t think this is allowed… so why are we doing it?”

Bear candy – “I may be dumb sometimes, but that idea is impossible.”

Sour candy – “Yeah try it, if it won’t kill you than it’s good.”

Grilled almond – “You did it! I am so ashamed of you now.”

Grilled pistachio – “I thought it was awkward before but now, damn.”

Lolly pops – “And pop, it vanished! You see?”

Sugar cane – “Come in, you won’t regret it now, but maybe later.”

Cotton Candy – “You want to WHAT? No way!”

Skittles – “I didn’t do it, you didn’t do it, the neighbor’s dog didn’t do it, so, who did it?”

White Chocolate chips - “Correct me if I am wrong, I mean, don’t, but I may be right for once in my life.”

Salty Caramels pistachio – “Oh. My. God. No way, no freaking way.”

Awesome! Now that you have finished to pick your toppings, you have to tell me with which person would you like the story to be about or in reality share your ice cream with!

Perfect! Now that you have selected everything for your ice cream story, you can come pick it up! Don’t forget that Story Shop takes a bit of time to proceed with all its demands, but I’m sure you understand!

I hope you had a good time at Story Shop and that you will come back soon!

Ding~

A/N – Thanks for taking time to answer. I want you to know that I write about BTS, NCT, WayV, EXO, ATEEZ mostly but I can try to write about other groups! Take care (:

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Masterlist

Fluff: 🌻 I Smut: 🔥 I   Angst: 🌧️ I Personal favorite: 💙

NCT/WayV:

Kun/Qian Kun :

Three Minutes Thesis : 🌻

Synopsis – Last year of studies for you to get your doctorate and you are beyond stressed as your university decided to change how doctorate presentation were going to be. But it’s alright, as your thesis professor comes to your rescue.

Lucas/Wong Yukhei/Huang Xuxi :

Love Talk :  🔥 🌻 💙

Synopsis - You go as a foreign language teacher teaching your language in Fuzhou, China. You know how to speak Chinese a little bit, but you never thought that the strong accent in Fuzhou and its own dialect can make it difficult for you to understand. You also know that your mother language makes it difficult for you to be understood. As you get adjust to the Chinese life, culture and traditions, you didn’t know that it would be that challenging.

Jaemin/Na Jaemin :

The Princess of Konohe : 🌻

Synopsis – Himeros, god of love and sexual desires as well as twin brother of Eros doesn’t understand why he isn’t as much appreciated among the mortals as his brother. In order to change this, he decides to go on a quest to make the terrifying Princess of Konohe into someone loveable. He didn’t expected the following events to happen. 

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Love Talk  I  Lucas

Pairing -  Lucas(Wong Yukhei/Huang Xuxi)xReader

Rating - 18+

Word Count - 9,744

Genre - Smut, Fluff, a bit a Angst if you look between the lines

Warning - Smut as in lots of sexual actions (almost all the story), explicit language, explicit sexual content

Synopsis - You go as a foreign language teacher teaching your language in Fuzhou, China. You know how to speak Chinese a little bit, but you never thought that the strong accent in Fuzhou and its own dialect can make it difficult for you to understand. You also know that your mother language makes it difficult for you to be understood. As you get adjust to the Chinese life, culture and traditions, you didn’t know that it would be that challenging.

Fuzhou.

Fuzhou and its old center Sanfang Qixing where you could still see some old houses from the Ming dynasty.

Fuzhou and its West Lake Park with its classical Chinese garden embellished by a river. Its Yushan Mountain with its palaces, temples, and towers.

Fuzhou and its strong dialect and accent that you could not seem to understand even with your two years of learning Chinese.

You still remained confused when people were speaking around you after two weeks of being here and as you look like a foreigner, constant glances and stares at you made you a bit shy at first to try to start a conversation with people.

Your roommate, a soon-to-be Korean teacher at the local university, Kim Hyunjin, told you that it would get better once school would start in two weeks. While she was working at the university, you would be working at the elementary school not far from your apartment, with student from 6 to 11 years old.

You have never taught before, only receiving your Master Degree in teaching few months ago, but you were excited. You have already prepared your classes for the first week and had a pretty solid timeline of all the lessons you would do for the first month. You knew this timeline might change, depending on how your students were, but you hoped everything would go smoothly.

It was now a week before school would start. You began to get used to the city and its surrounding and tried to speak to locals as much as possible, still with a bit of nervousness in your voice but it was better than before. You knew that practice makes perfect and you tried to converse when you went out.

You became somehow friend with the old lady at the little grocery store in your street. She was really happy to know that you spoke Chinese and complimented you a lot. She said that she thought you were just a tourist but learning that you were going to teach here and loved the Chinese culture made her so happy.

She gave you a lot of tips to manage around and gave you addresses such as restaurants, local bars, clothes store, and other traditional marketplaces to be as much as a native Fuzhou as you could be. She always taught you some Fuzhou dialect when you came to buy food.

You had rendezvous two days ago with all the teachers at the school in order to get more familiar with them and the building. You were excited when your walked around, discovering your class, and setting it as you wished. You met the school director and he told you that you were the only foreigner teacher here. He was eager to see how you were going to work and it made you nervous a bit, but you knew you would manage. You have always done.

You met your colleagues and they welcomed you with opened arms, excited to be working along your side next Monday, when school would start again.

You wanted to rest this weekend and stay home to prepare yourself for the big day, but your roommate thought otherwise. She had already started pre-class at the university and already met some of her colleagues. She told you they were going to a nightclub tonight where people would drink and party the week away. She had invited you, telling you that it was a good opportunity to meet more people and have fun before real work would start.

You agreed, as you were ready already for the start of school and had no other plans than chill at home. As she said it, you would be able to meet her colleagues, also language teachers and maybe get some tips from them.

You arrived with her; the music was already blasting loudly inside the club. People were dancing, some were drinking on the side with friends. You noticed that there were not any foreigner looking people, as Hyunjin told you that you were all going to an exclusive local club. She explained that there were two types of club, the ones where it was free for foreigner, making them quite the reputation, and the ones where everyone had to pay the same price. Obviously, as this was a paying club for all, you could only locals and you felt a lot of stares at you.

You thought you would never get used to people staring at you because you do not look Asian at all, but you knew before coming to China it was going to be like this. You just hoped people will not judge you too much before getting to know you because you were a foreigner.

Hyunjin went around the dancefloor and approached a table on the side. You followed her closely as you did not want to lose her. Three people were already around the table, talking a bit loudly to be heard with the music. There were two guys and a girl.

They greeted your roommates with a hug, as she went around the table. She leaned towards them afterwards, in order to be able to talk to them all at once and to be heard on top of the music, making a sign towards you to come closer as well.

“This is _ _ _, she is a language teacher at an elementary school and my roommate,” Hyunjin said loudly with a smile. They all said hello and the first guy on the right answered.

“Hi, I am Kun, a Chinese teacher for exchange student at the university.” He looked around the table quickly, “do you all want something to drink? I am going to get something.” He took your orders and left quickly with a smile.

“I am Ten, I teach Thai studies,” the second guy introduced himself and smiled after taking a sip of his almost empty beer.

“Hello! I am Miu from Japan, I teach Japanese and I am the head of the foreign language department, nice to meet you,” the girl shouted next to you with what looks like a cocktail in hand, also almost empty.

“Yeah, she is like my boss,” Hyunjin laughed and Miu agreed while finishing her drink.

“I am, so you better have fun now before school starts when I will have to act like a real boss,” She added with one of her eyebrows raising.

“Oooh, scary…,” Ten replied, teasing her and she answered him by punching him on his arm.

Kun arrived with a beer for Hyunjin and you, a bottle of Chinese liquor and some shot glasses pilled on its top. You started to all drink and talk together, and you got to know the group better. The three teachers knew each other already before because they taught at the same university last year. Hyunjin was just added to the group when pre-school started as she went to eat at lunch with them one day.

They were really nice people and after the beer and some shots, your surrounding became less clear. Hyunjin grabbed Miu and you and you all went to dance, the music being some Chinese and international pop song and EDM.

There was already a little crowd on the dancefloor, groups dancing and mixing together. More bodies touching each other with the rhythm of the music, more alcohol consumed around, mind more relaxed and forgetting the past week.

You bumped into people from time to time, but you did not care, as you were having fun with the girls. The boys arrived couple of songs later, dancing next to you. Ten had already a girl in his arms, pretty closed and you saw Hyunjin and Kun eyeing each other while moving to the tempo.

You turned your head around, and found Miu, chatting with a guy at the table you were before. They both had a glass in their hands.

You remembered what Hyunjin told you before arriving at the club. Chinese had a hectic life as they spent a lot of time at work, especially in big cities like Fuzhou. Many workers, mainly the new generations, would go clubbing at the end of the week. As most of them did not have a family to manage because they were unmarried, they went clubbing a lot to find someone to keep them awake at night. Usually, once they did, both of them would go to a hotel close by, booking a room, spending the night, and would never see each other again the day after.

Hyunjin also told you that it was not always like this, but the new generation was influenced by the Westerns mode of life, and they enjoyed it a lot.

You could recognize among the crowd who were these people. You could see men in their thirties, staring at women dancing and the other way around too. Men were usually dressed in their work shirt, as if they came here directly after their work.

Unfortunately, and your roommate warned you about this, Chinese were attracted to foreigners, as they were seen as “easy people”, more “open” to quick and physically close relationships. The worst of them would usually brag to their friends on how many foreigners they had to their trophy list.

When you looked around, you saw some of these men staring at you, eyeing you. You did not even want to know what they were thinking as most of them were looking at you from your face to your legs, staying too long on your private parts.

You knew you were going to be stared at. Your language teacher in your home country also alerted you about this bad aspect of China, but you thought it was going to be alright, but you were wrong.

You felt hands on your hips, and you turned around quickly, being nosed to nose with a guy who probably had too much to drink. He spoke quickly in what you recognized was the Fuzhou dialect, throwing some English words in the middle and even without knowing what he was saying, you knew the meaning of it.

You pushed him strongly and he stubbled backward, knocking some people around. You escaped quickly in the crowd, going towards the table where Miu was.

You found the table and you found Miu, but you were not being able to talk to her as she was making out with the guy she was talking with few minutes ago, on the sofa next to the table.

You shook your head and laughed, deciding to let her enjoy her night. You looked around to try to find your other friends in the crowd but no luck.

You were thirsty and decided to go grab a drink at the bar. But As you were going to walk, you locked eyes with a guy not too far away, who was laughing too.

You frowned, thinking he was probably mocking you, but he pointed with his head to Miu and the guy and said something after. You clearly did not understand at all and you thought he could see it with your lost face as he walked towards you.

When he was next to you, you were surprised at how tall he was, probably the tallest guy you have seen since you arrived in China.

“Err.…My friend and yours,” he said in English with a strong accent and a smile, pointing again the couple.

You opened your eyes widely, finally understanding that Miu was making out with this guy’s friend. You chuckled and he did too with a shrug.

“So, your friend left you and now you are all alone?” you asked him.

He looked at you, frowning slightly.

“Err…no English…,” he stopped, closing his eyes for a second before opening them, “drink, many, English difficult… Err… I know little English.”

You nodded and switched in Chinese Mandarin.

“I can speak Chinese a little bit.”

He widened his eyes, shocked and you laughed at his expressions. You saw him laughed too and noticed that his ears reddened.

“I know a little bit of Mandarin”, he started, “but I am from Hong Kong, so I speak Cantonese.”

“I don’t speak Cantonese, sorry”, you blurred out.

“We can’t communicate well then” he snorted, putting his hands on his mouth.

You started to feel the alcohol hitting in your body and you felt like sitting down on one of the sofas which were not already use. You beckoned him to follow you, wanted somehow to continue the conversation, and he did, swigging a bit at first like you until you sat down a bit harshly, having your surroundings swaying a bit.

You felt the sofa dipping next to you. The guy was smiling, the remains of his drink in his right hand and his left on his forehead.

“I am on a boat,” he whispered loudly. You never knew you could whisper loudly but this guy did.

You chuckled at his statement and then you remembered you did not know who he was.

“I am _ _ _, “you exclaimed, staring at him as he took his left hand down and catching your eyes.

He tried to pronounce your name but failed and laughed at himself. You repeated your name and after the third tried, he succeeded and shouted in victory and you both giggled.

“I have a Chinese name too,” you added once you both stopped, “it’s Huang Liying.”

He moved on his side to look at you and smiled again. You noticed that his smile was really bright. When you looked more at his face, you could not stop remarking that he was in fact, quite handsome.

“My last name in Cantonese and Mandarin is also Huang!”, he blurted out, his Mandarin began to sound more like Cantonese, and you did not really understand what he said next.

“Eh?”, you called out, lost again. He came closer to you and you could now feel his right thigh and his torso against your body. His drink was forgotten on the floor a couple of minutes ago, or was it longer?

His right arm went smoothly behind you, resting on the back of the sofa and he glared at you closely.

“Huang Xuxi,” he said,” that’s my Chinese name but my name…”

At first you were looking in his eyes too but his went a bit more down right after, staring at your lips and you did the same, watching how his mouth moved when he spoke. You saw a glance of his pink tongue against his pink full lips as he was licking them quickly when he finished talking. You did not caught the end of his sentence, too focused on something else.

Did he say something important? You could not remember. You started to get warmer from the proximity of his body. It did not help as you were already sweaty from the dance and the alcohol, but you did not move.

You lifted your eyes a bit and saw him looking right back at you. He seemed to ask you something as he was intensely staring, one of his eyebrows raising slowly. He peeked quickly at your lips and before he could look at you again, you moved forward and kissed him.

You were shocked at yourself for being this straightforward and maybe, you thought, he did not want to do this because for the few first seconds, he was not responding to the kiss at all.

But as you were starting to pull back, preparing yourself mentally for an awkward conversation, his right hand went behind your head, making you come closer and his left arm went behind your back, hugging you. His lips started moving with yours, slowly at first before being more heatedly.

You felt something caressing your bottom lips and you caught his tongue between your lips, sucking on it leisurely. He groaned and brought you even closer, biting your bottom lips once you let his tongue go.

You were almost on his lap, his hands were now roaming on your back, almost touching the top of your ass. Yours went in his hair, playing with some locks. He started to kiss your jaw, going up just below your left ear and you breathed loudly.

Without expecting it, he bite your earlobe before kissing it right after, and you arched your back at his actions, making your chest press against his torso. He went more down on your neck, leaving wet kisses before stopping on your collarbone at the border of your top.

A loud noise next to both of you made you both freeze and stop. You looked to see that it was a guy who fell down on a table, spilling all the glasses on the floor. You then remembered you were still at the club, on a sofa, making out with a guy in front of others.

You turned your head to look back at him and saw he was already staring at you.

His lips were redder and plumper, his cheeks were flushed, and his hair was messy after you pulled it with your hands.

You knew you may look like him right now, as you both were breathing a bit harder than usually.

He inhaled deeply before opening his mouth.

“Do you want to…?” he asked, looking unsure of finishing his question.

“Leave?”

“Yes…Err… and continue…,” he then spoke in Cantonese.

“Continue this with you?”, you replied in Mandarin.

“Yes”, he said, his eyes glancing between your lips and your own, “if you want, we can.”

You nodded slowly.

“Do you want to?” you also wanted to make sure he wanted this.

“Yes,” he responded quickly and then he smile, taking your already shaking breath away. “I really want to…”, some words in Cantonese,” … you,” in Chinese.

You nodded once more, and he helped you getting off his lap. He beamed at you again sweetly as he stood up, his eyes disappearing slightly, and he extended his hand at you. You took it and noticed how his big hand engulfed yours as he interlinked your fingers with his.

He started to walk towards the entrance, and you passed in front of Hyunjin and Kun, also making out on a sofa. She raised her head just as you were in front of them and she noticed you, noticed him and showed you a thumb up, a phone sign and round sign with a smirk before she kissed Kun back.

You did not want to interpret the last sign as you were certain what it meant but you knew she said to update her if something happen, as you were not familiar with the all the city yet.

You stopped him before you both exited the club, telling him you had to grab your purse and he nodded, not leaving your side. His hand was still in yours and once you took your belongings, you went out.

Once outside, the fresh summer night air, but still too warm to cool you down, washed over you, and you finally realized that you were probably going to hook up with this guy.

You caught him staring at you.

“Where do you…?” he started again with Mandarin and ended likely with some Cantonese.

You thought a hotel were the best solution, as you didn’t want to bring him at your place, remembering how your room wasn’t clean and that in case of anything, it was easier to leave a hotel room than kick him out of your apartment. Plus, if you go to his place, you will not know where it would be in the city.

One of the hotels nearby, also close to where you live was the safest pick.

“Is it alright for a hotel?” you asked, a bit unsure of his answer.

He smiled and caressed the back of your hand with his thumb, probably sensing your nervousness.

“Are you sure you want to continue? He questioned slowly, probably wanting you to really understand what he was trying to say. “You can tell no… It’s alright if you… don’t”

You grinned, relieved he was asking your consent and giving you the right to back off. It made you want to continue with him even more.

“I do, I want to continue.”

He kissed you there again, putting his free hand on your cheek, warming it up before pulling back just a bit and putting one of your hair strands behind your ear. He smirked gently.

“Let’s go then.”

You both walked hands in hands towards the closest hotel you knew, and he followed you without asking more, trusting you. It was not the quickest walk as you stopped from time to time to kiss, touch each other or simply feeling the remaining of the alcohol still in your bodies, making you walk slower than normally.

He was starting to get really touchy, putting a hand in the back pocket of your jean, on your hip, on your shoulder and you wanted to arrive at the hotel room as soon as possible.

Once in the hotel’s hall, it was not hard to book a room, as the hotel was mostly used for something like this on a daily basis. You took the key room from his big hands and caught one in yours, dragging him into the elevator.

The door closed and you pushed the right floor, feeling his mouth on your neck. He turned you softly and your back hit the wall of the elevator as you feel it going up. His hands were everywhere, you could not seem to register where. On your face, behind your back, under the bottom of your shirt.

You grabbed his face and guided him to your mouth, wanting to taste his lips again, feeling his tongue battling for dominance with yours. You did not want it to stop, even if you needed to breath sometimes. You could not stop, too addicted to this feeling, to this warm in your chest and the ache you started to have growing under your skin.

A ping noise could be heard behind your heavy breaths and he pulled himself back, kissing your cheek one last time before the door opened. He checked that it was the right floor before taking your hands in his again and guiding you towards the room.

He inserted the key in the keyhole, turning it; too slow for your desire, unlocked the door and took the key back, putting it in his back pocket. He stepped inside and you followed him, but you did not have time to say anything before he closed the door loudly and pushed you on it carefully, resuming where you both stopped in the elevator.

His hands came back to their place under your shirt and you put yours in his hair, kissing his jaw, while he had your collarbone under his lips.

He moved his mouth from your neck to yours for a peck before leaning back, as his hands arrived just under your bra. His eyes bore into you, a small smile on his face.

“Can I?” He asked, catching his breath.

You did not know this guy could be so sweet, verifying you still wanted all of this and you simply nodded. But he did not continue, and you understood that he wanted you to say it aloud.

“Yes,” you sighed, “please…”.

He smiled wider but you did not have time to admire him as his mouth was onto yours again and you felt his hands going up on your breasts bundled by your bra. He started playing with your nipples through the lace, pinching them between his thumbs and indexes and you inhaled a sharp breath from the action, arching your back to feel more.

He took the opportunity for sliding his hands behind your back and undone your bra with expertise. He then took the bottom of your shirt before lifting it up as you raised your arms, and discharged it behind him quickly without care, doing the same with your bra.

You were now shirtless in front of him as his eyes were roaming your bare chest before he looked into your eyes and he simply leaned to kiss you, deeply.

“So beautiful,” he whispered on your lips. He kissed you again, said something else in Cantonese and you wished you could understand him.

His big hands folded perfectly on your breasts, recovering all of their surface, warming them up, your nipples poking on his palms as he sucked slightly on your neck.

You took off your hands from his hair and started to undo the buttons of his shirt one by one. Once it was done, you pushed it off from his shoulders hastily, eager to feel your hands on his skin and he moved his arms from your breast to let his shirt drop on the floor.

You could just admire him, as his torso was now also naked in front of you. His smooth and tan skin ready to be kissed, and you did just that, going for his neck and you brought him closer to you, him caging you against the door.

You trailed your mouth to his right nipple and started sucking on it. He whined softly, and you wanted to hear more of his shaky voice. You started to move a little bit more south, now openly kissing the top of his abdomen, licking a bit from time to time.

You were almost at his navel when he put his hand under your chin and made you look at him. You frowned, wondering why he stopped you and he caressed your cheek, his eyes glowing delicately, a soft gaze in them.

“The bed is better to continue… I think,” he told you in a chuckle and you joined him too, smiling.

He took your hand and guided you towards the rest of the room. There was a faint light from the window, as the curtains were wide open, letting the faint light of the moon showing you the way to the bed.

You did not look at anything else than him, as he leaned on you and took your face between his hands, kissing you again and again and placing you on the red covers, letting your back rest on the mattress slowly.

He was now on top of you, one arm on the side of your head, his mouth on one of your nipples and his other hand playing with the other.

You moaned, feeling his went tongue sucking on them. He changed sides and took your other breast in his mouth. You put your legs around his waist, taking him closer from your center and you heard him groan when his erection under his pants came in contact with the top of your jeans.

You wanted to have him even closer, and you felt him move his hips painfully slowly against you. You wanted his pants and yours off already, craving to feel his uncovered skin against yours.

You brought your hands forward and unbuttoned his jeans, but he grasped your wrists together, stopping you once again. He looked at you and leaned on you to kiss you softly.

“Let me do, for you, first,” he whispered in your ear and took your earlobe between his teeth and you breathed shakily, “please…”

Hearing him begged, to make you feel good, made you feel wetting your panties even more and you could just answer him to do it, too lost in the images already forming in your head of what was going to happen.

He smirked at you and kissed you one more time before going south, letting a trail of open mouth kisses, sucking from time to time. You were pretty sure you were going to have little bruises the next morning.

He arrived at the top of your jeans and before doing anything, he raised his head again to look at you and you just begged him to not stop. He chuckled lightly before continuing.

He took off your shoes and sock. Your jeans was discharge in one go, your panties went along the same way quickly after and you were let naked in front of him. His hands went on your thighs, opening them wider and you heard him inhale sharply. You opened your eyes and stared at him. He was devouring you with his eyes and once he reached yours, he leaned slowly to kiss the inner of your left thighs and you moaned, resting your head back on the mattress.  You felt him suck a bit here before going up with his mouth and you retained your breath when he was so close to your core.

You expected to feel something on your lips back there now but instead, his mouth went right on the inner of your other thigh and you groaned at his teasing. You raised your head to see what his was doing but he was already looking at you, a smirk evident on his lips as he chuckled against your skin, making it vibrates, sensations that want right to your waiting center.

“Please,” you urged him, without carrying if you sounded to weak. You wanted to have his mouth here.

You were about to repeat that word again when you felt something soft and wet on your body’s part that wanted the most attention and you exhaled with a whine, finally having what you waited for. Your hands went on his hair and you pulled on it, making him groan, sending vibration right to your clit and you cursed loudly.

Finally, you had him where you wanted the most. He kept licking, kissing, and sucking diligently around your core, going to your clit, and taking it between his lips, and you could not stop moaning loudly.

He was good, so good. You did not want him to stop, your breath became shorter as you felt your orgasms coming closer and closer, a tight knot growing up under your skin, your vagina contracted slowly on itself.

Before you could register, you felt a long finger entering into your heat and you stopped breathing for a second. He paused, probably watching your reaction but you could not do anything else than moan. He folded slowly his finger and he began caressing your inner wall and you saw stars. His long finger reaching perfectly where your most sensitive part was.

He resumed what he was doing with his mouth, and you pulled on his hair a bit harder as you felt him sucking harder on your buddle of nerves. A second digit entered you not long after, and he was stretching your entrance wonderfully, moving his hands back and forth, creating some frictions.

You felt it, the knot becoming too much, almost here as your vagina contracted more on his fingers and you warned him you were near, about to cum but he didn’t seem to hear or care, as he went faster and even deeper with his hand and more harshly with his mouth.

When the bubble of tension broke under your skin, you saw white, clenching around his finger repeatedly, your legs trembling. You thought the you never orgasmed this hard with someone. Your vision became blank for a couple of second as you moaned loudly, and you could not hear anything else.

When you opened your eyes a bit after, still not breathing correctly, he was back on top of you, licking his lips with his extraordinary and skillful tongue. His chin was slightly shining from your juice and he hummed in content as he looked at you.

You have never seen such a wonderful human being in your life before. You raised your hand to cup his cheek and caress his wet bottom lips with your tongue. He took it inside your mouth and sucked on it lightly, not taking his gaze away from you.

“So beautiful,” you whispered in a breath and before he could say anything, you grabbed the back of his neck and made him lean on you, kissing him passionately, tasting you on his tongue. You put your legs around his waist and before he could register what you were doing, you pushed him on the side, his back hitting the mattress, you straddled him, resting your center just on his hard erection.

He stared at you widely, surprised of you for taking the lead and you kissed him again. He hands went right onto your ass as yours caressed his torso and stopped just on top of his visible underwear under his unbuttoned jeans.

You pulled backward a little bit and stared at him. His lips were so sinfully plump and red, and his hair was falling on his forehead messily.

Your hand moved slowly south and rested now on top of his bulge. He inhaled sharply and groaned as you take him better and press slightly.

“Can I?”, you asked against his lips, also wanting him to confirm that he wanted to continue.

And just like you before, he nodded before breathing an airy yes, taking your face between his large hands and kissing you back. You did not wait for more, your hand went below the elastic of his underwear, passing on top of his pelvis hair and you took all of him in your grasp.

He moaned into your mouth. You never expected him to be this size as you started to move your thumbs in circle on his already wet tip from pre-cum, spreading it lightly around to make it easier for you to touch him.

“My turn to make you feel good,” you said, taking his jaw between your lips as his head was laid back, his eyes closed, and mouth opened in pleasure. He just begged you to continue, throwing some Cantonese words quickly but you understood the message as you went to kiss his neck, his nipples, his abdomen.

You took your hand off his underwear and took off his socks. He helped you taking off his pants by raising his hips and you took the opportunity to discharge off his underwear in the same time.

And there he was too, naked in all his glory in front of you. His cock, hard, resting against his stomach and you licked your lips, ready to take all of him into your mouth.

He was so hot like this and he groaned at your gesture, putting his right arm against his eyes as you started to kiss his inner thighs. You were going to take your sweet time to arrive where he wanted you, as he did the same to you before.

He seemed to understand your plan and he whined but you shushed him, as you went closer and closer to his hard on.

You took all of him in your hand and he stiffed, not breathing for a second. You stick out your tongue at the base of his length, licking slowly to the top until the red and wet tip. You started sucking on it and you tasted the saltness of his pre-cum rolling on your tongue.

As you opened wider and went to take him in your mouth, you felt his hand gathering some of your hair to not have it in the middle and you tried to went as deep as you can, his cock hitting the back of your throat. You chocked on his member, your throat contracted around the tip and you pulled back to breath. You heard him hiss loudly at your actions.

He was a mess underneath you as you started bopping your head, and when you started touching his balls, kneading them carefully, he lost it, whining, groaning for you to hear how much he appreciated what you were doing to him.

You always liked when a guy was vocal, not shy to show his feelings, so you rewarded him by trying to go deeper and deeper, longer, and longer.

You could feel him contract his abdomen underneath your hand and by the long begging, you knew he was closed. But before you could continue, he put his hand under your chin and made you stop.

You did not have time to ask him why as he was kissing you, tasting himself with his tongue in your month. He turned you and you were once again on your back, still kissing, both your hands roaming the body of each other.

As he laid back a bit, you made eye contact with him and he smiled at you, pecking your lips delicately.

He pulled back and went out of the bed quickly and you wondered why. He took out his wallet of his jeans from the floor and took out a condom. He showed it to you with a smirk and you chuckled. You were anticipated more and more the moment and felt relieved he was responsible enough.

“Only one,” he said with a shrug, smiling nonetheless and you smirked at him, raising one of your eyebrows. You sat down and leaned onto him as he went on the mattress and you whispered in his ear slowly.

“But I have more in my purse…”

He pulled back and shook his head, laughing and kissed you.

“Good”, he just murmured in a low voice just in front of your lips as he pushed you back against the bed.

He opened the condom, and you watched him rolling it slowly on his cock. He then throw the packet away and moved back on top of you as you spread your legs more to welcome him. You felt his tip resting on your clit as he went to kiss your neck, then your cheek. He took your bottom lips between his and sucked lightly.

You started to move your hips slowly to get a bit of frictions. Your buddle of nerves already sensible and you both moaned as new sensations emerged.

You caught his gaze on you and you just begged him softly to continue, as you were sure he was waiting for your consent. You kissed him, repeating yes over and over and you felt him taking his member into his hands as he aligned himself with your center.

He kept kissing you as he entered you slowly, your entrance already a bit stretched by his finger, but his cock was so much bigger than you thought. He went all the way in and remained still, letting your walls adjust to his size and when you told him you were ready, he started to move his hips painfully too slow.

You moaned into his mouth at the new sensations entering your body. It felt so good, he felt so good as he was pushing into you, getting faster and faster.

Your arms were behind his back, bringing him closer to you. He passed one of his arms behind your leg, signaling you to bring them around his hips and you did before letting out the longest whine.

The new position made him reach even deeper in your core, and his tip kept attacking your sensitive area so sweetly. You were near, so closed from another delicious orgasm.

He was not far too, as he kept moaning into your neck. He was everywhere at the same time, kissing your breasts, sucking on your nipples, biting them slightly before releasing them and you loved it.

His free hand which were previously roaming on your chest went onto your clit and he started drawing circles with his thumbs, along with his fast pace.

You could not keep up, your abdomen contracted with all the different heavenly torture he was giving you. His breath hitched as your vagina clenched around his length, but he did not stop pounding into you.

He left your breasts for your month.

“Cum for me, please, cum for me,” he repeated on your lips in Chinese, followed by other words you couldn’t decipher as your orgasm consumed all your body, feeling chills climbing along your spine, your eyes rolling behind your closed eyelid from pleasure, savouring the freedom of letting go until its last drop.

He continued to play with your clit, making your orgasm lasts as long as possible as he kept going, chasing his high. The overstimulation was too much but you still did not want him to stop.

His pace shuttered and he came quickly after, moaning into your neck, and you felt him move slowly, finishing himself, sweat visible onto his forehead, breathing loudly.

He stared at you and his smile returned. You copied him before he pecked your lips. He pulled out gently and you whined at the lost of his cock filling you up. He chuckled lightly, taking the condom out, tying it up before throwing it in the trash.

He went back quickly on the bed and kissed you more, but you welcomed him happily. The kiss became rapidly heated again, as if you both did not just had sex and he sighed contently against your lips before going for more.

But your night did not end up here.

After eating you out again and making you cum for a third time, you both went for a second round, you on top of him, riding him as if your life depended on it. He was looking at you like you were the eighth wonder of the world as you were bouncing on his cock, his hands on under you ass, helping you.

You never knew you could have chemistry with a hook up, but it felt like he knew your body better than you did. Touching the right part at the right moments to make you pass over the edge, making you moaned so hard you were sure the entire hotel could hear you, showing how he was making you feel.

Once you both orgasmed one last time, you went to take a quick shower. He insisted, with his own language, still a mix of Mandarin and Cantonese, to help you wash your body and you did the same to him. After you were both dried, you went to lay under the cover, exhausted from all the action and you felt him slide behind you.

He put his arms around you, and you turned around, your chest against his as you both were now breathing slowly. He was staring at you, smiling deeply, a smile you started to like too much. He lifted his hand to caress your hair softly, your eyes still locked in each other and he kissed your nose, then your month tenderly.

You both kissed until you were too tired, and you did not remember when, but you fell asleep, in his arms, feeling the warmest since a long time.

When you woke up, you felt sore right away. All your body was aching, especially your arms and thighs, but mostly, you felt a faint dull feeling between your legs.

You could not move much, as his arms were encircling you tightly. He had his head on your chest, and you could feel his warm breath on your breasts, making your nipples hard. Your legs were knocked together and after what seemed like forever, you finally succeeded on breaking free from his grasp without waking him up.

You paused, appreciating his face in the faint morning light. His tan skin was glowing, his chest moving slowly from his breathing as he slept peacefully. You could not see lower than his abdomen because the cover were hiding further south, but you remembered clearly what was hiding there.

You noticed a faint bruise next to one of his nipple, probably from where you sucked to hard and you hoped you didn’t had hickeys visible on you, as you remembered that you started work tomorrow and didn’t want to look like you just had sex during the week-end.

You inhaled quietly. You did not know if you should leave a note. You shook your head, what could you say on it? “Thanks, I had a great time, you were really really good, see you never xoxo”.

Yeah, right, a note just like you were ranking his performance and leaving a feedback.

That was a one-night stand. You were totally sure it was the same for him as how he was confident last night once you entered the room. You assumed he did this a lot, with his good looks, it was easy to pick up girls at club. Just like you.

You did not regret it at all. You had hooked up with some men like this before, you knew how this worked, but while looking at his sleeping face, how he was holding you when you went to sleep and how you woke up tangled together, you didn’t really want to leave like this.

But you had too, right? That was how it worked, wasn’t it?

You looked at him one last time, remembering his peaceful traits, his closed eyes, his plump lips that can-do wonders and morph into the most beautiful smile you have ever seen.

You closed your eyes, dressed up, turned around and left, with a small twinge, nonetheless.

As you shut the door without making any noise and went to the elevator, you thought that he was going to be in your head for a long time.

Maybe you felt a sort of connection with him, maybe it was because it’s been a while since you felt loved and desired like this, but whatever reason you had, you knew you weren’t going to forget about him anytime soon.

Even if you did not remember his name.

You exited the hotel quietly but everything around you was already moving loudly. People in the streets walking, shops opened, cars and motorcycle driving in front of you.

You felt like everyone knew what you did last night as some individuals glanced longer at you than it was socially acceptable. But you were used to it now, as it is been this way since you arrived here, how just locals stared at you on a daily basics. You just shook your head, starting to head towards your apartment.

When you arrived, Hyunjin was already awake and working on your kitchen table, a pen in her hand. She turned to looks at you, more like checking you as you went sit in front of her, letting your head drop on the table with a noise.

Your roommate chuckled. “Short night?”

You just groaned in agreement and she laughed some more. “At least, you are here before ten, which is quite unusual if you didn’t sleep a lot.”

You lifted your head and raised one of your eyebrows at her teasing, recovering that she was having some action last night too, probably the only thing you remembered from the club, except also Miu, making out with some guy.

“Well, I wasn’t the only one right?”, you retorqued and Hyunjin closed her mouth, her cheeks reddening slightly.

“I don’t know what you are talking about.”

You scoffed, “Yeah sure, we are not talking about a certain Chinese teacher… what was his name again? Ah yes, Kun right?”, you said, having fun of having the upper hand now.

She shushed you and you were the one laughing now. She told you that after the club, he accompanied her back at the apartment and kissed her on the porch. But as you waited for more details, she just told you that she was glad you were not inside when they entered.

“So, you are together now?” you asked her, “because you are going to see him a lot for work…”

“Well, we talked, and he said we can see where this thing goes between us, not thinking too much about a title yet…”

You smirked at her and she just rolled her eyes and went back to her work. You looked around, thinking that Kun was still here but before you could say anything, she told you he left already, having some errands to run for a family dinner tonight.

You acquiesced and went to change from your yesterday clothes, taking a quick shower. As you were drying your legs with a towel, you noticed some bruises on your hip bones and around your inner thighs. You checked everywhere but did not find anymore hickeys and you were relieved.

You really did not want to start your first day with some marks visible.

You finished all the thing you had to do during the day, went to bed not too late, exhausted from all your weekend activities.

You woke up quite early, got ready for your first ever day of teaching by yourself. You walked in the street towards your school, so excited and bit nervous. Once you arrived, you went to your class already arranged at your taste the week before, talking to some teacher along the way before the bell rang.

Your day went like a blur, children arriving and leaving, and you met all your student for the year. Before you could register, the day was over and you went back home, the happiest smile on your face after today.

You arrived at your apartment; your roommate was not here as she told you that she was finishing later than you. You did all the works you had to do for the next day and once it was over you went to sit on the sofa with some other works to do.

Hyunjin arrived later but before you could finish to greet her, she was walking quickly and stopped in front of you.

“So”, She started while you were reading the little papers your students filled with their information for you to know, “I appeared to have talked to Miu today,” she went to sit next to you, with her bag in her hands, she took out her own papers and put them on the table,” and she told me something.”

“Hmmm,” you answered, not really listening, concentred on remembering as much about each student as possible.

“You know, she hooked up with a guy this weekend,” you just hummed, “and well, they are still texting each other, and guess what, he is friend with Yukhei.”

You frowned.

“Yukhei? Yukhei who?”

It was Hyunjin’s turn to be lost.

“Yukhei… Wong Yukhei…?” She said slowly.

You remained silent, not knowing who she was talking about.

“Oh my, you don’t remember the name of the guy you hooked up with?”, she shouted, looking at you with her mouth opened.

You froze. That was his name? You were sure it sounded more like a shush sound mixed with another one. You did not really remember anything that happened before the hotel room.

“He mustn’t have been incredible if you don’t even remember his name…” Hyunjin said and without seeing her, you could hear that she was smirking.

You felt your cheeks blushing.

“Oh no you are wrong,” you stated, now staring at her, “he is probably the best sex I have ever had in my entire life. I just had too many drinks when we introduced ourselves verbally, but I do remember him well physically.”

She laughed and you joined her.

“Well… He asked about you.”, she whispered.

“He did? Really?”, you knew you should not sound so hopeful, but you did.

“Sicheng, the guy Miu hooked up with, told her that his friend, Yukhei, hooked up with a foreigner this weekend and was really disappointed when he woke up alone the next day. As you were probably the only foreigner looking person in the club because mostly foreigners goes to other clubs, I thought he was talking about you.”

You shrugged, not knowing for sure, because you did not remember his name. You really did not remember a lot of thing of inside the club.

“I don’t know, maybe it’s not him. Do you have a picture of Yukhei?”, you asked.

“I can ask Miu, she probably can find one.”

“Alright, let’s do that, so we can be sure it’s him.”

Hyunjin nodded, typing something on her phone, probably a message to Miu. She then became silent and stared at you.

“Are you… Are you going to text him if it’s really him?” She questioned softly.

“I don’t know,” you thought, “it probably won’t be him anyway.”

“Probably,” she answered, looking at her phone and the conversation stopped, Hyunjin clearly seeing you did not want to talk about him more anyway.

You continued to read your students’ information, trying to put a face on each name, writing and story but it was complicated as you had almost one hundred students, ninety-eight to be exact, and you met all of them today.

You remembered already few of them, mostly in your oldest class as they could already speak the language you teach with more or less fluency and you had done a game in class with them. Your youngest class just started to learn the language, so you tried to explain to them in Chinese how it was going to be, and you were relieved to see that most of them were excited. You only taught them the alphabet this morning, but it was a start. Plus, they were the cutest and you could not wait to know them better.

Hyunjin was working next to you too, with a big pile of copies already and you both worked in silent for a while until her phone ringed, signalling of an entrance message.

She picked it up, read the text and looked at you.

“Alright, I have the picture, do you want to see it or not?”, she said slowly. You just nodded and she handed her phone to you.

You recognized him right away. You did not need to see any longer as his photo was shown on the screen. He was smiling brightly, his smile that you liked a lot, showing his white teeth and making his eyes disappear slightly. He was next to a guy, probably the guy Miu hooked up with, Sicheng.

A memory of Miu and him making out on the club’s sofa and, now that you can put a name on his face, you remembered Yukhei coming towards you and telling you that the guy was his friend.

You stared at the phone a bit longer before passing it back to Hyunjin.

“That’s him eh?” she remarked as she fixed at her screen and what seemed like zooming on the picture.

You just nodded and took your paper back in your hand.

“Do you want his number?”, you hesitated but shook your head quickly. It was a one-night-stand, and as it was labelled like that, it only happens one night, not several. You did not even get to know the guy personally, as you both did not really talk that night. Why would he want to see you again?

He was certainly disappointed when he woke because maybe he wanted to go for another round in the morning, or something else.

Plus, even if he were the best sex you had ever have in your life so far, what could you say to him if you see him again? Could you even start a basic relationship after what happened between you too?

Not possible. At least, in your case. You knew that you would not be able to talk to him without having the different images of his body showing in your brains to have a normal conversation.

“No,” you finally blurred out, “it happened once and I won’t have time for any distraction now anyway,” you showed Hyunjin your paper to prove somehow that you were going to be busy with your work, “it’s my first year of teaching, I don’t want to mess it up.”

She shrugged as she focused back on her phone. “I can say to Miu that it wasn’t him so she can tell Sicheng that Yukhei was mistaken, that you weren’t the girl he hooked up with.”

You knew it was not nice to lie but you agreed. The conversation was over, and even if you knew that Hyunjin was a bit sad for you to not keeping in contact with him, you did not say anything else.

You did not have time to think to much about him as you got busy right away with your classes. His presence were now just a souvenir, his touch on your body almost forgotten.

You spent two weeks working nonstop, sharing your love for languages to your students as much as possible. You were happy, doing the job of your dream.

Your students were all different, but you loved them all already. They were really hardworking, enthusiasm to learn new words and you could not stop thinking that you got lucky enough to be their teacher.

After two weeks, the school organized a meeting with the parents of each class, in order for the parents to be reassured of their children’s education and for the teachers, to meet their students’ parents and explained the timeline of the class.

Your first meeting were the parents of your younger class. You were really nervous. Your hands were shaking slightly behind your back as you welcomed them to join in the class for the reunion. It was your first ever reunion like this and even with all your papers and preparation done, you could not stress. As they entered and went to sit in the classroom, you counted that there were still couple of parents who went there, and you waited a little bit more at the door.

You were about to come inside and start the meeting when you heard loud steps coming from the corridor and you looked up and froze.

No way.

No freaking way.

What was he doing here?

He must had been thinking the same thing because his expression was letting show his surprise before his eyebrows frowned slightly.

He then approached towards you slowly and said.

“Teacher _ _ _?”

You widened your eyes, like a deer caught in someone’s car headlights and nodded, slowly.

He closed his eyes, inhaling loudly for what it seemed to calm himself. He then stared at you, like he knew something important you did not. You saw him opening his mouth to talk before closing it, looking like he was hesitated to speak.

But he did say something that made you stop breathing.

“Hello Teacher _ _ _, I am Wong Haojun’s father, I am sorry for my delay.”

N/A - Hello everyone! This is my first time ever posting my writing on tumblr! I was scared at first to post it but you can’t improve in something if you don’t try right? 

I hope you liked it and I am sorry if there are grammar mistakes, English is not my native language but if you want to correct me nicely, it would be really appreciated! 

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